I found the thread, and pulled.
Through my belly, unravelling my insides.
They cut the root from the stem; it was a good thing.
It should be perfect, but one dead old man
continues to haunt the words "I love you"
and life is unlivable.
I don't regret breaking you, because
I haven't forgiven you.
If you were stronger, you wouldn't have hurt me.
I'm going to leave my dirty dishes in your sink for the rest of your life.
Perhaps it's just about the stars, and maybe
if I close my eyes for five more months
it will all pass
and everyone will smile again.